A childhood belief about i'm different

Up until I was about twelve, I had a rather peculiar form of identity crises. I was and am obsessed with reading, and eventually came up with the idea that I *was* this or that character. In the fourth grade, I was very much into the Lord of the Rings.(Yes, I know I was/am a geek) I had convinced myself that I was Arwen, and there was just a lot of complications about why I...um...wasn't Arwen. I was very pleased with this arrangement, but it was all shaken when I read Harry Potter. Then, I became confused as to whether I was Voldemort's long-lost daughter or Arwen-With-A-Head-Injury. I eventually settled on Voldemort's daughter, and was in a great state or distress when I failed to receive my Hogwarts letter. Crying, and much of it.

But I'm okay now. Now I know that I'm actually a vampire, and I'm old enough that the sun doesn't hurt me. ;D